The only limits we set   what can we get away with?   in that at least we're the same   the only way we find of hiding the hurt we feel   is more unnecessary pain   each time you   draw in like a breath   it comes out like a knife   you feel like offering yourself out   tonight   on what a fight       the little you can expect to get    to get from anyone else   makes you look after number one   the only helping hand   you'll ever be offered   is the one at the end of your own arm       draw in like a breath   it goes tight like a wire   you're trying to shout   but your lungs are on fire       draw in like a breath   it comes out like a knife   you feel like offering yourself      shoplifting my little brother   shoplifting my little sister   said all you got to do is   just a forward through the door   but when they come fe check you out   you no come back for more   shoplifting my little brederen   shoplifting my little sister   tell me which one would you prefer   one hundred pound fine   or three months in prison   me old cock sparra?   shoplifting shoplifting   shoplifting, but a shoplifting